Mike is Dad. Carina is Mom. Emma is our oldest daughter. Sara and Gabe are our toddler twins. This blog is about us, the funny side of life here in our little world.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ice Skating

So Emma walks into the kitchen while I am making myself a dinner (Steak salad with salt and vinegar potato chips! Healthy, I know.) carrying two of her dog toys, a hard plastic one, a la Playmobile or something similar, and one stuffed smallish one.
Emma: What are you doing, Daddy?

Mike: I'm making myself dinner, Emma.
Emma: I'm thirsty. I want a drink.
Mike: I gave you a drink. Where is your water? Go get your water, Emma, and drink that.At this point Emma has dropped both of her dog toys.
Emma: I want chocolate milk? Strawberry milk?
Mike: You have water. Go get your water.Emma looks down, thinks about this for a second then looks up at me.
Emma: I want to go ice skating. (and she steps firmly onto her hard plastic dog.)
Mike: You want to go ice skating?
Emma: Yes.
Mike: You want to go ice skating on your dog?
Emma: Yes.
Mike: Ok.